The sea breeze howled through the island's jungle, emitting sounds like wailing ghosts, as if playing a grim prelude to this heart-pounding battle of life and death.
Jess, a pirate leader who had once run amok across these waters and struck terror into the hearts of countless people, now resembled a frightened bird, his entire body radiating an unstoppable wave of terror. He did not fear death itself; after all, living a life of violence meant the Reaper's scythe was always swinging overhead, and he had long since prepared himself for the end. Nor was he intimidated by opponents whose strength clearly surpassed his own; years of combat had taught him that gaps in power could be bridged with wits and courage.
Yet what made his blood run cold at this moment was the unfathomable unknown.
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